Marisol
The Artist.
Her Story
Growing up on a small town just outside of town, her family lacked the need for internet or television as they always had chores, farm work or were out at the closest farmer’s market selling their goods.
Marisol grew up with an interest in the natural colours of the world, watching leaves go from dull greens to dying yellows and then browns as they decomposed into the dirt beneath their tree. Recounting the stunning colours that painted the skies above her farm every morning and evening. Knowing each cow and sheep they owned by their simple pattern on their hair or wool.
Marisol’s interest in colour led her to begin painting and creating her own paints wanting to discover every possible colour that could bless her eyes. Her interest grew too quickly for her parents to keep up with. Leaving her hidden away in an old barn house pots and cans of paints made an obstacle course to her easel and desk. A basic cot kept near the bed to allow her to sleep in the barn after staying up to the crack of dawn painting away on a new piece.
She was a simple person until a fate trip into the township to buy more paints and supplies for her studio. Unfortunately she left her adventure until the colours of the sky turned dark and the streets fell quiet, carrying paints and canvases under her arms as she made quick steps back toward the edge of town. An uneasy feeling dwelled in her stomach as she heard a second pair of footsteps follow her.
A hand on her waist frightened her as an unknown voice spoke down toward, dropping her supplies as she fought for her freedom but the unknown person had more strength than her smaller body. Feeling helpless and about to surrender to his captivity until her hand clasped around a rock bringing it around to his head with a large cracking noise and a spurted of a sensational red covered the stone in her hand. Leaving her attacker on the floor and her eyes glued to the beautiful colour on her weapon. Brewing a lust and greed to see and use the colour in her paintings.
Trivia
NAME: Marisol.
AGE: 21
LOOKS: Hair colour changes with her ever-changing emotions. Dark brown eyes.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Notable Features: a small scar on her wrist from the fateful night.
Notable Traits: Has a massive sweet tooth and sweet personality with a dark twist.